I make my way to your suburban nest
You’ve always had a thing for dinner guests
All our neighbors arrive before me
I’m always late even when I don’t try to be
Glasses of wine loosen everyone up
Eventually, that one couple won’t shut up
After dinner, we escape to the porch to smoke
Awkwardly laughing we make the whole night a joke
You thank me for coming and I thank you for having me
Meanwhile, they talk about how we’re so meant to be
But you have guards and I don’t like first steps
Little do you know there’s nothing about you I won’t except
Afraid of the possibility of being broken
I keep the talk small and refuse to be open
You catch on to me and lean in
I meet you halfway even though we’re supposed to be friends
